Comanche Moon Kindle Novels & Stories

My heart constricts uncomfortably as I think of my mate and my Lycan howls in sadness. My breath shudders and I get up, leaving the house abruptly. I go to a serene clearing and lay on the grass, facing the full moon. I close my eyes and try my hardest to communicate with Anaiah, to track her wolf but it's futile. I'm suddenly overcome by the desire to sleep and as much as I try to fight it, I concede to the darkness. Suddenly, a light so bright appears that I sit up. A woman in a white cloak comes to me with the gentlest smile on her lips, I have heard stories that the Moon Goddess visits her children in dreams but I didn't know it would ever happen to me. I bow in respect and face her.

One chapter I had read said that ‘wolves were part moon, born from the dust in her craters the moon goddess breathed life into her children. I closed my eyes and then opened them again, glancing upwards at it. “Hi,” I breathed looking up at the sky. “I don’t even know if I’m talking to a real…thing, being—to be honest, I don’t know what you really are.” I let out a low chuckle feeling completely awkward. “I read in the books that you care for all your people. You curated each of us with so much care and love. You always want the very best for us but I…”

The men nodded and got to work while the others shifted into wolves and darted back into the woods to find their comrades who had been wounded by the beast. Moon's call approached his cottage which was close to a hill at the other side of a narrow stream flowing down into the river at one part of the forest. He walked across the board bridge he had made over the stream to get to his own side. Although he would have easily sprinted through the stream if he was in his wolf form but he didn't really fancy getting wet when he was in his human form.

The Moon Goddess, a celestial embodiment of grace and power, greeted the werewolves with a gentle smile. Alpha Jake and Luna Mara, overwhelmed by the divine aura, dropped to their knees along with the entire pack, paying homage to the deity who governed their lives. "Alpha Jake, Luna Mara," the Moon Goddess spoke, her voice a melodic cadence that resonated through the hearts of all present. "You are under my divine protection, and your union is blessed." Alpha Jake and Luna Mara exchanged glances, their hearts swelling with gratitude and joy. "Thank you, Moon Goddess," Alpha Jake spoke, his voice a mixture of humility and appreciation. "We are honored by your blessing."

Munro’s animal feed store, and caught the older man just as he was leaving. “Mr. Munro? We need to get out of town. The checkpoint is barricaded.” “You can’t leave. It’s a full moon night.” Without any further explanation, Mr. Munro disappeared into the night, moving freakishly fast for a man his age. Keyah forced a smile on her lips. “You heard him. It’s a full moon night.” Aaron took her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. “It’ll be alright.” They drove back the way they had come. Once again, Keyah set about building the fire, her movements skittish.

The Moon Festival transformed Moonridge into something out of a dream. Lanterns glowed along every path, swaying in the cool night breeze, their golden light washing the village in warmth. Stalls brimmed with food, music pulsed from drums and flutes, and laughter filled the air as wolves and humans alike celebrated beneath the rising full moon. Amanda moved through it all as though she were watching from a distance. Her dress, chosen carefully by her mother, shimmered in the lamplight, but she still felt out of place — a human pulled away from one life and grafted awkwardly into another. Cassian, of course, didn’t notice her unease. He bounded to her side with his usual grin, tossing a candi

Moon’s ours. The clearing sang—hammers tapped, laughter soared, firepit crackled. Lupines swayed, pines hummed, sun’s light washing scars, blood, fear. Sam’s tattoo pulsed, Luna’s fire her strength, Kevin’s touch her root, the pack’s pulse her victory. The eclipse was gone, red eyes ash, their bond—fire, steel, stone—a promise for all dawns, a howl under a sky reborn.

The thought almost makes me laugh. Moonlight is the only witness—diluted through the pine branches, pooling over the wolf’s mangled coat and painting my own skin in a static electricity of blue-white. The steam from her breath rises in frantic plumes, each one smaller than the last, but her eyes—amber, wild, fixed on mine—never blink. It’s not hate I see there. Not yet. Just the blank, starved look of a thing that’s been cornered too long.

An answer. He never turned the TV on. Music rarely played. His world was silence and breath and stillness. I fit into it too easily. But something in me itched. My limbs ached at the full moon. My bones felt too tight. My mind buzzed with the sense that I wasn’t meant to stay like this. Something was missing. ** On the third night, I dreamed. Or remembered. I stood beneath a dark sky, split by a glowing red scar. Around me, pillars twisted with runes pulsed. In my hand - not a paw - a blade made of bone and flame.

He tilts his head, exposing his neck. I mark him. He is mine as I am his. As for Cane, that’s something to discuss later, months later. My mark doesn’t look like his. It is reddish…the color of a blood moon. It is done. We are bound. Our lips crash together with reckless abandon. I don’t want to wait, and I don’t think he does either. My mark glows and his does too. We rip our clothes off and devour each other. It is only us. No eyes. No pack. Just us expressing our love for each other. We mate again. Our bond is stronger than before. The sun is starting to set by the time we return to the ranch. The whole pack is waiting. Frank steps forward. “Welcom our new co-alpha and Luna.” Everyone che